A time for everything.

Last night I dreamed that I was a secret agent sent on an undercover mission. My group was dropped by helicopter in a foreign land, given our mission, and split up into groups of two. My partner and I ducked from cover to cover making sure we arrived at our post unseen only to find that we had no ammunition. The only "firepower" given to us was pockets full of those little fireworks that snap when thrown against a hard surface or squeezed between the thumb and index finger (a method I don't recommend).